With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Gas stamps sell for 2.5 cents per kilogram on the black market. To buy a kilogram of diesel at a fuel station requires one kilogram of gas coupons and 2.5 cents. Therefore, the real unit price of diesel is 50 cents per kilogram.

Yang Laowu's special oil was only 40 cents, and Xue Ming was 100% sure that it was oil from an evil source.

Maybe a diesel manager at a factory secretly stole the oil and sold it to Yang Laowu at a low price, and Yang Laowu then sold the oil to earn the difference.

However, Xue Ming didn't care about this. He still had to take advantage of any advantage he had. "I want all your special diesels. Take them all out and take as much as you have."

Yang Laowu turned around and looked around to make sure no one was taking Xue Ming into the dormitory. He opened the door and took out two plastic oil jugs from under the bed. "Each jug is fifty kilograms. Give me forty yuan."

Without saying a word, Xue Ming gave him 40 yuan. He bought 100 kilograms of regular diesel for a total price of 50 yuan. He saved ten yuan at once, which was not a small amount of money.

"You wait here." Yang Laowu left the dormitory and went to the front, found a helper to lift the iron oil drum onto the truck, and pulled the truck to the dormitory.

Unscrew the cap of the special oil and place it on the stool, take off the inner cap of the plastic oil can, pick up the oil can and add oil to the iron drum. The light brown diesel flows into the oil drum along the funnel.

There is a word "luck" written on the inside of the lid of the plastic oil pot. Xue Ming is 100% certain that this word was branded on with a red-hot iron bar, because it was branded by him himself.

A month ago, the Transportation Department received forty new oil pots. Xue Ming heated an iron bar red and wrote the word "Yun" on the back of the pot lids in order to mark it as the property of the Transportation Department.

He distributed forty plastic oil cans to each transporter. When their trucks needed refueling, they went to Xue Ming to sign the application form and the oil can.

Xue Ming took them to the oil depot to refuel. The transporters left with the oil cans and finally added diesel to the truck tank.

Why do the special oil bottles at the transportation department appear here?

Where did these two jugs of special oil come from?

Is there a transporter who resells diesel from the transport department?

Yang Laowu suddenly realized his negligence and hurriedly picked up the pot lid on the stool and put it in his pocket.

A 100-liter oil drum can only hold 170 kilograms of diesel, and there are still 30 kilograms left in the special oil can.

Yang Laowu said with a smile, "Brother Xue, wait a moment, I will go find an oil pot."

"No need to bother, let me take this jug away. I'll free up the diesel when I get home and bring it to you." Xue Ming said, pointing to the special oil jug.

"No, brother, these two pots are not mine. I will find another pot." Yang Laowu left the dormitory with two special oil pots.

Xue Ming looked up at the sun in the sky, and after careful consideration he decided to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't know about it.

It is estimated that all transporters are doing this kind of thing behind the scenes, such as receiving 100 kilograms of oil from the oil depot, only adding 70 kilograms to the truck, and exchanging the remaining 30 kilograms for pocket money.

Although this behavior is reselling state property, Xue Ming cannot handle it seriously according to regulations.

We can't catch them all at once. Forty large trucks need drivers. No matter how good Xue Ming is, he can't drive forty trucks at the same time.

"You bastards, please restrain yourself and don't poke a big hole in me." Xue Ming secretly scolded all the transporters.

Yang Laowu didn't have an oil can, so Xue Ming used the straw from the car to cover the coal and oil barrels after paying the bill. He left the fuel yard to find a deserted place and threw the oil barrels into the space for later use.

I was hauling a hundred kilograms of coal home, and all the way I was thinking about the bad things my comrades were reselling diesel, and suddenly those bastards were just a bunch of gas-stealing rats.

When he got home, his wife had already prepared lunch. After Xue Ming finished eating, he left his younger siblings to look after the house while he took his wife to the transportation department to work overtime.

Open the file cabinet and recalculate each transporter's fuel consumption per 100 kilometers. Xue Ming counts the transportation mileage of each truck this year, and Zhao Xue counts how much diesel each transporter has collected.

There was no one in the transportation department, and we could clearly hear the children playing in the kindergarten next door.

The young couple was busy until five o'clock in the afternoon and finally compiled the statistics. Xue Ming compared the previous statistical results and found that there was not much difference.

Some trucks are gas tigers, and some trucks are very fuel-efficient. For example, the fuel consumption per 100 kilometers of Xue Ming's No. 2 truck is lower than the average fuel consumption, while other trucks far exceed the average fuel consumption.

"Why did my husband suddenly calculate the fuel consumption? Did someone steal the diesel from the oil depot?" Zhao Xue asked in a low voice.

"It's not that someone is stealing, it's that everyone is stealing, and his grandma is stupid." Xue Ming organized the information and locked it in the file cabinet.

"Ah?" Zhao Xue was stunned, then revealed a hint of cunning after a moment, "You hid the fuel consumption data. As a leader, it is necessary to know the handle of your subordinates."

"I think so too." Xue Ming gave his wife a thumbs up and decided to keep the original data and reserve the right to manipulate them at any time.

The couple packed their things and went home. Xue Ming suddenly felt that the information cabinet was not safe. There is no one on duty at the transportation department during the holidays. If there is a thief or a fire, it will be over.

"Wait for me here, I'll go back to the office to get something." Xue Ming said.

Zhao Xue waited in the carport and saw her husband coming back five minutes later with a box of tea.

The couple rode their bicycles home. When they got home, Zhao Xue went to the kitchen to help steam the steamed buns.

During the Chinese New Year, everyone will have a holiday and department stores will be closed. Enough food must be prepared.

Xue Ming entered the space, drove the tractor into the yard, filled the fuel tank with diesel, started the tractor, and put the sugar cane one by one into the juicer.

The tractor-driven juicer quickly produced two pots of sugarcane juice. Xue Ming poured the sugarcane juice into a large pot and boiled it, evaporating the water to obtain a dark brown sticky syrup.

The syrup was poured into the prepared mold and cooled. At noon the next day, I got a piece of matchbox-sized brown sugar. I pinched a piece and put it in my mouth. It was very sweet.

It was weighed on a scale and turned out to be fifty kilograms, and fifty kilograms of sugar was squeezed out of two hundred and fifty kilograms of sugar cane. From now on, the whole family will not have to worry about lack of sugar.

Thirty acres of sugar cane fields yielded 300,000 kilograms of sugar cane. The yield per mu was actually 10,000 kilograms, which could squeeze approximately 60,000 kilograms of sugar.

"What the hell, what should I do?" Xue Ming suddenly worried about what to do with this batch of sugar cane.

Originally, the purpose of planting sugar cane was to provide sugar for my son who had hypoglycemia, but he could not finish 60,000 kilograms of sugar in his lifetime.

After leaving the space and going home, the family was having breakfast around the dining table.

Xue Ming put half a box of brown sugar on the dining table, "Let's try these candies to see if they are delicious. Then you can eat them as much as you want."

Liu Yue'e pinched one and put it in her mouth. "It's so sweet. It's almost as sweet as sugar. Let the children have a try."

Soon the four younger brothers and sisters were so sweet that they beamed with joy. Zhao Xue said with a smile, "This candy is so strange. There is no such candy in department stores, right?"

"I didn't buy it in a department store, I got it through special channels." Xue Ming felt a sense of happiness and began to worry about what to do with the candies.